Photo: mine.
Words skitter by
Floating, flowing
Dodging them, I
Dance the seven
Veils of silence
Gathering ideas in
Grecian gown folds
Call me Isadora
Right now, body is
Choreographing, while
Cognition pauses its
Machinations
Today, sun’s warmth
Hints at spring
Just as tulip leaves
Unfurl from
Thawing ground
Muddy and mucky
So too, do I
Twisting, rising
Arms upturned
A chalice waiting
To be filled
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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